The smell of home
The smell of home is happiness, love and happiness ... My home, which I have lived in for nine years, is full of unforgettable smells. Until now, I still like this strong smell of home.
It was a cold winter. In the middle of the night, I suddenly had a fever, which was 39 degrees and 8 degrees. My father was in a hurry and didn't have time to put on more clothes. He casually put on his coat and trousers, so he carried me and went to the hospital with his mother. Winter nights are particularly cold, and my home is still a short way from the place where I take the bus. This short distance still makes me feel particularly far, because the cold wind makes me shiver. And dad was dressed so thin, but he didn't say anything about being cold. My mother next to me was also anxious and kept comforting me, saying, "Haohao, don't be afraid, we will arrive at the hospital soon." My mother was afraid that I was cold, and she took off a coat and put it on me. My eyes are wet. Although my body is cold, my heart is hot. I think I must be better to my parents when I grow up to repay their love for me over the years! After a while, we arrived at the hospital, my mother was watching me, and my father was running around, registering, paying fees and taking medicine. Until I was lying in the hospital bed, losing fluids and the fever was almost gone, they fell asleep on the chair.
The smell of home has always permeated my home. I am used to this smell and have learned to spread it.
one day, my mother sat at the computer typing an article for me, and she fell asleep unconsciously. At this time, I remembered my mother's kindness and concern for me at ordinary times. When I sleep, my mother covers me with a quilt. My mother cares about me and I should care about her! So, I quickly took the quilt out of bed and covered my mother. I seem to have become a "mother", giving a little love and care to my "son", and my heart is very comfortable! After a while, my mother woke up and excitedly said to me, "Thank you, my good son!" " I looked at my mother, and my mother looked at me. We all laughed, because we all smelled the smell of home, which was like sugar, sweet and fragrant.
In my memory, my home is always full of warm and sweet taste, and it is this taste that makes me grow up healthily and happily ... 2. Write a narrative with 6 words on the theme of what taste
Home is a ray of sunshine, which illuminates your direction; Home is a harbor, waiting for your stop; Home is the dependence of your life, which brings you infinite warmth and well-being.
what is the taste of home, and who knows? As far as I am concerned, the taste of home in my heart is like a cup of fragrant coffee. The former taste is bitter and boring, but the bitter taste that belongs to it fascinates me. Perhaps, it is not clear to say the taste of home, but to say the taste of home in simple words ... The taste of home does not need any extravagance.
Maybe you study late every night, and you can't get up in bed the next morning. My mother patted me with her own unique voice and said, "Get up soon, son!" You can't study so late tomorrow. " In this simple sentence, the pungent smell of rice oil always makes me forget all the unpleasant things and enjoy the unique taste of home happily.
the taste of home does not need too many words, and it does not need too many beautiful smells to set off. It may just go home every afternoon, because it's too cold, so it's wrapped in a quilt to keep warm. When my father saw it, he paused for a while, put warm milk in front of me and whispered, "Drink it while it's hot, don't catch cold."
I raised my glass to smell it, and my heart was touched in an instant. It turns out that the taste of home is simple and mellow. The taste of home may be a few bowls of side dishes or a bowl of noodles, because I know that it is made by grandma and smells like grandma.
I won't be because it's not as delicate as the food in the restaurant, nor because the chopsticks are not as smooth as the food in the restaurant. As long as I see my grandmother smiling at me lovingly and staring at me with her talking eyes, the food I eat year after year always makes me have a special warmth around me, which is washing away the dust on my body little by little. The smell of home may also be the faint smell of ink.
My grandfather was as naughty as me when he was a child, but when he was old, he seemed to have experienced countless things and looked weather-beaten, and he even had a mysterious love for calligraphy. Originally, I only studied as an interest, but I didn't expect to write better.
So, whenever I am free, I will lie prone on my desk and watch my grandfather write calligraphy. Grandpa will also teach me to write Chinese calligraphy, and sometimes we will talk about some things that happened in recent days while writing.
so I often ask grandpa, do you bother me when I tell you my unhappy things every day? Grandpa always said with a smile, I am so happy that you come to accompany me. How can I dislike you? At that time, I understood that the taste of home was silent companionship with each other. Listening to my mother's urging, carrying my father's milk, eating my grandmother's cooking and smelling my grandfather's ink, I smell home, simple, mellow and warm. 3. Write a narrative with the theme of what's the taste, and 6 words
The taste of home
Home is a ray of sunshine, which illuminates your direction; Home is a harbor, waiting for your stop; Home is the dependence of your life, which brings you infinite warmth and well-being. What is the taste of home, and who knows?
As far as I am concerned, the taste of home in my heart is like a cup of fragrant coffee. The first taste is bitter and boring, but the bitter taste that belongs to it fascinates me.
Perhaps, it is not clear to say the taste of home in this way. Tell the taste of home in simple words ...
The taste of home needs no extravagance. Maybe you study late every night, and you can't afford to get up in bed the next morning. My mother patted me with her own unique voice and said, "Get up soon, son!" You can't study so late tomorrow. " In this simple sentence, the pungent smell of rice oil always makes me forget all the unpleasant things and enjoy the unique taste of home happily.
the taste of home does not need too many words, and it does not need too many beautiful smells to set off. It may just go home every afternoon, because it's too cold, so it's wrapped in a quilt to keep warm. When my father saw it, he paused for a while, put warm milk in front of me and whispered, "Drink it while it's hot, don't catch cold." I raised my glass and smelled it, and I was touched in an instant. The original taste of home is simple and mellow.
The taste of home may be a few bowls of side dishes or a bowl of noodles, because I know that it is made by grandma and smells like grandma. I won't because it's not as delicate as the food in the hotel, nor because the dishes and chopsticks are not as smooth as those in the hotel. As long as I see my grandmother smiling at me with a loving smile and staring at me with her talking eyes, the food I eat year after year always makes me have a special warmth around me, which is washing away the dust on my body little by little.
the smell of home may also be the faint smell of ink. My grandfather was as naughty as me when he was a child, but when he was old, he seemed to have experienced countless things and looked weather-beaten, and he even had a mysterious love for calligraphy. Originally, I only studied as an interest, but I didn't expect to write better. So, when I am free, I will lie on my desk and watch my grandfather write calligraphy. Grandpa will also teach me to write Chinese calligraphy, and sometimes we will talk about some things that happened in recent days while writing. Therefore, I often ask my grandfather, I spit out my unhappy things to you every day. Are you bored with me? Grandpa always said with a smile, I am so happy that you come to accompany me. How can I dislike you? At that time, I understood that the taste of home was silent companionship with each other.
Listening to my mother's urging, holding my father's milk, eating my grandmother's cooking and smelling the ink on my grandfather's body, I smell the taste of home, simple, mellow and warm ... 4. Composition with the theme of "taste"
Reference model essay: the taste of life
Life is colorful, just like a box of hundreds of flavors, which makes people memorable ... < Everything seems so annoying: the yellow sky is dotted with dark clouds, and from time to time, a few crows fly in, how unlucky the sound is; On the construction site, the brilliant students who graduated from the "Huang" Conservatory of Music began to perform again, which can be described as "deafening" or "thundering"; The schoolbag, which is as light as cotton at ordinary times, is like a thousand pounds today, and it can't be thrown away ...
Alas, the culprit of all this is not the poor exam results, which are very unsatisfactory. For a person who pursues lofty goals, the taste of almost failing is of course beyond words. Although this set of papers is more difficult, there are very few people who pass. At the thought of my parents' reproach waving at me after I got home, tears kept rolling in my eyes, and I wanted to find a chance to drip down ... < P > Really, I felt so bitter, bitter ... < P > Sweet < P > "Do you really want to go to Beijing? Well done! Mom, you are so great! Brilliant! Too ... ""Don't flatter! Go and pack your bags! " Mom stopped impatiently. After a small victory in the term exam, my mother finally decided to let me go to Beijing. After learning the news, after a reaction time of .1 seconds, I jumped three feet high and felt how respectable and beautiful my mother was.
I rushed out of the house at once. It looked like Liu Xiang's joy in breaking the world record in Lausanne, Switzerland, and it also looked like Du Fu's "yet crazily I pack my books and poems" in both sides of the yellow river recaptured by the imperial army. I can't wait to tell this good news to my friends, only to see them calling "Wow", which made me even more proud. As the saying goes, joy begets sorrow, and I accidentally docked with the spider web. In normal times, I would curse the ancestors of spiders loudly, but today, I continue to tell the spiders my joy proudly. I just found that everything is so beautiful, like eating a mouthful of honey, sweet ...
bitter
"So bitter, so tired, do your homework until ten o'clock ..." Please enjoy the actual version of True Hero. When there is little homework, you can finish it at six or seven o'clock. Thank God for thanking your ancestors. However, most of the homework assigned by our school is famous in the whole city and even in the whole province. Less homework is just an extravagant hope, which is beyond our reach. Usually, homework has to be finished at ten o'clock, which is a far cry from the usual six o'clock in primary school. Finally, I rushed out of Normandy ―― I broke the three assignments of Chinese, English and Mathematics. So I breathed a sigh of relief and got into the warm quilt.
But when I got up the next day, I was in a daze, and I was often distracted in class. So much homework is really harmful, and it hurts me! However, in order to study well, I have to grieve myself. But at this moment, it's really like tasting gall, and the taste is really so bitter ...
Spicy
I quarreled with my classmates at school. When I get home, please look at me: my face is ferocious, my teeth are twisted, my eyes look like a fire, my heart is covered with dark clouds, my fists are clenched, my muscles are tight, and it's terrible. The room suddenly exploded: I smashed books, notebooks and globes so hard that I almost overturned the bookcases, and finally my fist rained down on the pillow. Until I have no strength, I just lie in bed and close my eyes.
After a while, my anger subsided, so I picked up everything I smashed and put it back. I suddenly regretted my impulse just now and comforted myself. I was really angry at that time, and my heart was really spicy ...
There are still many flavors of life stored in the subway box. Wait for us to savor and savor ...
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We are parents.
We have lived in the love of our parents since childhood.
I still remember that time, I was preparing for the final exam hard and attentively, and my mother came back from other places on holiday, and she took care of me attentively. Every night at nine o'clock, my mother will quietly step into my door on time, come to my side with my favorite
and make me a cup of tea. After seeing me drink it, she quietly retired. Every day, in a week, my room has a strong jasmine fragrance, which makes people have a long aftertaste. Unconsciously, the final exam came as scheduled, and my mother still smiled at me like that. I nodded and went to school.
however ... that night, the pot was broken and the incense was gone ...
I came home with the feeling of failing in the exam, and I was restless. I hid in the house and threw myself on the bed and cried. My mother heard this and came to my room. She wanted to say something, but she took it back and quietly left the room. In the evening, my mother still stepped into the room at nine o'clock and still made me a cup of tea and brought it to my side. I waved my hand so hard that the tea spilled and the pot broke. When my mother saw this, she still didn't say anything. She picked up the pieces and left, leaving me alone in the room, tasting bitterness and shedding tears.
the next day, I still came home from school and saw my favorite pot, which was filled with tea. My mother carefully glued the pot, leaving only tiny cracks, and it smelled fragrant. In the evening, my mother still came to the room like that. I picked up the cup of tea and tasted it. It was bitter, but the tea was stronger and more fragrant than before. I finished the tea with tears in my eyes and tasted it. Finally, I couldn't help it. Under the yellow light, the fragrance of tea jumped into my mother's arms.
at that moment, I understood that the taste of love needs me to create with my parents. I am tea, my parents are pots, and we are in the pots, which gradually become thicker and more fragrant ... 6. Composition on the topic of unforgettable ()
Unforgettable mother's taste Some people like the taste of vinegar-sour, some people like the taste of sugar-sweet, and some people like the taste of medicine-bitter.
I remember that once, unfortunately, I fell ill in bed, and my mother hurried to the drugstore to buy medicine for me. After a few minutes, my mother came back, panting and sweating all over her head.
when I saw it, I was very distressed. I advised her to take a rest before cooking medicine, but she didn't take a break, so she went straight into the back room to cook medicine for me. While cooking medicine, my mother still runs around, seeing how I am and how the medicine is cooked.
after a while, the medicine was finally boiled. After my mother poured out the medicine, she walked up to me carefully with the medicine, helped me up and let me drink the medicine.
I reached out my hands trembling and was about to take the bowl when my mother said, "Forget it, I'd better feed you." Just when my mother fed me medicine, I smelled my mother's sweat for the first time. It was so mellow and sweet.
My mother's hard work and deep love for me are condensed in this sweat. Since then, I have been used to smelling my mother's sweat.